#you can see we’re my priority’s lie

[miraculouscataclyyysm]

Yes yes BugNoir is very pretty and a total badass but THE FRIKEN LADYNOIR BRAIDS ARE BACK IM SO HAPPY

[meikudan]

hiiii mei can i request riding nanami for the first time? 💕

tysm for this ilysm

nanami x f!reader , mdni

Ever since you and Nanami got married, living with him has been sort of different? You feel like you’ve lost all confidence when it comes to sex and your desires. It’s almost like you’ve gone completely frustrated, because you can’t figure out the right words to tell your sweet, caring husband that you want to ride him for the first time. 

A few hours later, you find yourself experimenting, or “teaching” yourself the ways of riding. Up and down, bouncing on it while trying to keep your balance. Nanami was big, and you knew riding him wouldn’t be so easy with him stretching you out so damn good. However, the tinted colored dildo you were riding did the job, though you weren’t being stretched or stuffed full like how you like to be, training those hips was your main priority. 

Soon, you were getting used to it, the sound of your whimpers and sweet moans filled the room, whispering your husband's name. As soon as you are about to reach climax, the sound of your shared bedroom door opens. 

You pause all your tracks, as your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. 

“Looks like you’re having fun here without me, angel.” Your legs closed as fast as they could, you got up from the dildo, heart beating fast, not just because of his arrival, but the fact that you were so close and didn’t get to cum like you wanted. 

“I.. um.. it’s not what it looks like..?” It was very much what it looked like. You, getting off to that dildo Nanami bought you himself, riding it like your life depended on it. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to lie to me, I have eyes that see perfectly fine.” The closer he got to you, the more anxious you got. Never in your life have you been caught playing with yourself with him knowing, especially doing something you’ve never done to him before.

“Open,” Was all it took for him to say, you obediently open your legs for him to see it all. You were so, so very wet. He got down on his knees, and began rubbing his fingers through your folds. 

“N-nanami.. um.. I want to ask you something.” He began toying with your clit, making it harder to get your words out and form sentences. “Hmm?” He was so focused on your heat, you were sure he wasn’t even listening to you.

“Can I r-ride it? Please ..?” He stops what he’s doing, and looks you in the eyes. “Is that why I came home to find you desperately riding that thing?” His words brought forever heat to your cheeks, the embarrassment flooding in. 

“I just wanted to make sure I was riding it properly, I’m sorry daddy.” He started stripping himself of his clothing, and propped himself on the bed. Boy he was hard. It stood up so well, thick and with a nice curve. His dick makes you needier than ever, so wet and all for him. 

“Come here, princess,” he said to you in such a soft tone. You crawled towards him, your lips getting tangled with his. The way his tongue finds a way into your mouth puts you in such a trance. He pulled away, a pout forming across your lips.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to ride my dick just like you rode that dildo okay? Be a good girl and show me what you can do.”

Only a few minutes later, which felt like twenty, you were riding him, and it felt oh so good. You felt full, his cock hitting all the right parts inside, tip prodding at your g spot. 

“K-kentooo.. feels so good..” Nanami feels like he’s about to lose his mind, you were so tight, cunt snuggly wrapped around him. “Why don’t you pick up the paste huh baby? Look so good riding me, such a good girl,” his praise had you stuck in a trance, you tightened around him so good. 

You picked up the paste, and soon enough, you were riding him like a pro. You had come so many times and yet you couldn’t get enough. You wrapped your arms around his neck, face buried in the crook of his next. At this angle, he was now hitting your cervix, the tip just at the right spot. Your fourth orgasm approaches, leaving you a stuttering, crying mess. 

“C-coming Nanamiiiii fuck.” Right then and there, you made a mess all over him. "Good girl princess, doing so good. Just a little more, you can do it."

His words of encouragement lifted you up like nothing else. You were determined to make him cum inside you and stuff you full, all because of you riding him.

He started breathing heavily after a little bit, signaling to you that he was close. You purposely tightened up, groans beginning to leave his mouth. Your tits looked so pretty, bouncing on show for him. The way you were moving your hips back and forth, causing your husband to get caught in a daze. The grip on your hips got even tighter, a mark was bound to be formed.

"Don't s-stop baby, don't stop.." You loved seeing him get weak for you, and since it was your first time riding him, you felt so confident. You leaned in for a kiss, and all of a sudden, he came hard inside of you. His eyes rolled back a bit as you continued to ride him, though you slowed down as he came down from his high, you felt so proud of yourself.

He looked up at you, his pretty girl, who had done such a good job for him. "Those hips are dangerous, you know that?" You giggled at his words, leaning in for another kiss. "I hope you don't think we're done sweetie, you still got a lot of work to do," he said. You felt his cock harden below you, and you knew you were in for a long night.

[billskeis]

Hii!

Culd you do a smut where Tom and fem/reader are at the movies, and it's like an 18 plus movie and Tom gets a boner and asks reader to help him out?

ᡣ𐭩 sneaky movie theatre acts w tom

as the two of you sit together side by side in the movie auditorium, you adjust yourself in the cinema seat watching the film presented in front of you. you wanted to go see this new movie called “the notebook” and begged and begged tom to go see it (knowing romantic films aren’t really his forte) but alas did he agree and here you guys are now!

to your naivety, you had no idea that this movie had a sex scene in it. the description only listed romance! (but clearly you didn’t scroll far enough on the website ratings that the movie was going to be 18+) now you remember as to why the worker asked for both your id’s.

a heavy sigh was heard from beside you. turning your head to look at your boyfriend, tom’s full and complete attention was on the movie in front of him. you watch as he try to not choke on the popcorn he scarfed down, the dryness of it clearly getting caught in his throat as moans echoed off the theatre walls.

“you okay baby?” you ask placing a hand onto his that lays on the armrest between the two of you.

“y-yeah.. just the popcorn—ahem—got caught in my throat,” he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“liking the movie so far?”

“i think we would’ve fucked better on camera.”

“tom!”

“did i lie?”

“yes!! absolutely, look at rachel mcadams, she’s gorgeous!!”

“not as pretty as you,”

“yeah right tom..” you scoff, now although he was your boyfriend and it was sweet of him to say, no way would you have done better than THE rachel mcadams!! and ryan gosling. tom laughed as you grip his hand for teasing him, silence between the two of you as to now watch the movie you paid for.

a kiss to the back of your hand as tom brought your hand towards his face, a blush cannot help but emit your cheeks as he smirks. still attentive towards the movie, with your hands still intertwined you feel it drag across tom’s body, feeling every inch of his clothing.

he stops.

he removes his hand so yours lay flat on his body, not knowing exactly where. the fabric feels rough on your palms but half of you didn’t seem to care as the movie was priority. with a rough press, tom presses his hand onto yours, utilizing your hand to palm him through his jeans as he lets out a breathy moan quiet enough that others don’t hear.

“unhm..”

“—tom are you fucking serious!?” you quietly scream at him as you pull your hand back but he grasps it quick enough to bring it back onto his groin. he has a boner, a fucking boner because of the movie. what a loser.

“y/n please..”

“no! tom! we’re in public wait ‘til we get home.”

“schatzi no! you took me out to see this movie so help me out! cmon baby i’m dying over here,”

“you’re insane..”

“i’ll eat you out once we get home :),”

.

“deal.”

with a smile to his face, tom takes off his sweater as you work the zipper on his jeans freeing his hard on from his boxers. you scoff as you take a look at the sight in front of you, from the dim light of the movie screen you see tom’s cock standing tall and pretty, twitching for stimulation. tom eagerly looks at you as he shakes his legs with impatience. you hold out your hand in front of his face, palms wide open.

“spit.” you demand.

and so he did.

with a quick ‘ptew!’ a glob of tom’s saliva collects and drops onto your palms to use for lubrication. you can’t lie, that was hot in the sense that he obeyed you like such a whore just impatient to be touched. sneaking your hand under the piece of fabric, you begin working your hand over the head of his cock, eliciting a small whine out of him.

“ah..”

“quiet, we’re in public..”

“baby..”

mixing his spit with his precum, your hand smears up and down the length of his member. it’s almost a dream come true and tom can swear he’s in heaven. you pay extra and loving attention to the head, motioning your palm in a circling motion to engulf the tip as tom jerks his head back in pleasure.

“fuck—schatzi—just like that, o-oh god..”

“feeling good?”

“yes, mmph.. s-so good..”

tom’s chest heaves as he holds tightly onto the seat, a grip on each armrest he squeezes his eyes shut. you stroke him even faster, tom’s jaw now hanging open as he lifts himself slightly off the seat to thrust into your hands.

“‘m—cumming..!”

drips of cum leak onto your palm as tom orgasms, small whines and whimpers escaping the bite of his lip as his lower hips shake and tremble under your touch. slowing down, tom rides out his orgasm and leans back into the seat with a heavy breath.

“have fun?” you place a kiss on his cheek.

“yes.. thank you princess,”

“let’s go home..”

“but the movie—”

“did you forget about our deal?? i want to be eaten out right. fucking. now.”

“yes m’aam🫡.”

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect COD Quotes Eleven✦

Recruit: That’s a weird fuckin’ tone man! Gaz: That’s just how he sounds, he has an asshole voice. Ghost, tell him he’s okay. Ghost: ….everything is great. Y/N: Dude- - König: Just shut up! König, losing it: I am going to kill the next person I see I swear to god- Y/N, popping up: Hello, hi! I’m so happy to see you! Soap & Gaz: AHAHAHA König: Heeey oh my god….oh my god what’s going oonnn-;;

- Y/N, on Soap’s back: :3 Soap: Mate, you’re heavy, you’re gonna break my back. Y/N: I bet your boyfriend did that last night. Soap: *COUGHCOUGH* Y/N: *malicious laughter*

- Y/N: Justice is what I want. That is what I want, that is where my priorities lie. Kate: And the men you killed for your team- Y/N, coddling the entire team with blankets and tea: Don’t bring the boys into this.

- Y/N, looking at the carnage in Las Alma’s: You mean to tell me this all happened cause you were messing with the “shadow man”? Soap, bleeding from the shoulder: He was very charismatic!

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König: WHAAAT?! König: After all you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? Just. Like. THAT?! Y/N: Yes. :) König: …fine. Horangi: Fine?! You’re doing what they say? König: Eh, they’re very persuasive.

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Soap: You wanna make…love? Simon: ….*nods* Soap, smooth brain: Do we have the ingredients for that? Simon, contemplating marriage:

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Goth!Y/N: *in the dark with a singular candle and some crystals* Jooohhhnnn~ Soap, with a crucifix: BACK OFF YA SPOOKY BITCH-

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Ghost: I- hm… Gaz: Be nice. Ghost: I’m finding it. Gaz: …it take you that long to find- Ghost: It does. It does.

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Gaz: Alright, between the two. Captain o- Y/N: I’m suckin’ it. Gaz: wait Lemme get- Damn DAMN Soap: HOLD ON WAIT- Y/N: *the face of no regrets*

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Ghost: Can you just be quiet? Y/N: What’s up your ass this morning? Soap, walking in: Mornin’! Y/N: Ah, nevermind. Ghost: Gaz: PFF-

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Y/N: *loads gun* Now I gotta pull up. Everybody dying, me included. I ain’t going to jail! Soap: What happened to them? Gaz: KorTac was making fun of us and now they’re mad. Soap: Hurry, if we’re quick maybe we can get popcorn ready before it starts-

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Ghost: This is humiliating. Price, icing his hand: I told you what would happen if you kept sneaking up on people. Ghost: It wasn’t intentional! Price: Tell that to my hand, Simon! Now go, you’re dismissed. Ghost, huffing: *walks away, a jingle sound ringing out from the bells that Price put on his belt*

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Soap: What do you call a man who swims, but has no arms and no legs? Gaz: Hm… Y/N: …Thomas the Sank Engine? Gaz: WHAT? Soap: *wheeze* The answer’s Bob but that’s brilliant!

[12-seconds-to-live]

(Un)Lost: The art of war

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!Oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.

DRIVE TO SURVIVE SEASON 5 - EP. 1  THE NEW ERA

“It’s freezing in here” I said while I was puting my cap in my head, my Williams cap, ready to sit in the famous black chair of Netflix. “Thank you Netflix for make this possible, Bahrain is being cooking itself now” The producer chuckle.

“So, we’re going to let you introduce you and then make you a few questions. Everything clear?”

“Sure” I look for a better position in the chair and look to the camera “My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones and I’m engineer strategist for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I said with a smile on my face. I saw the people in the back laugh and I copy the action

“You can’t lie to Netflix, kid”

“I think I just did ... Anyway, 1, 2, 3, Monday to Friday, My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones, I’m 23 and I’m a race driver for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I tilt my head to one side and laugh “Cool”

“So cool. What’s for you to be at the top of the game right now?, obviously avoiding the question that you must  be bored about” 

“Being a woman is fantastic, except for that thing every month but I can’t complain. I have to say that it’s not easy. You can dream of some things happening but all the same time, If you really wanted, the answer is get up and look for your better options to make things happen.” I gassped and look down and to the camera. “I remenber when I told my dad that I wanted to give it a try in karting and I wasn’t even 6, he looked at me like  I was some sort of silly muppet but then he make me promise that I will do great in school and then he will help me with the racing carreer I wanted. The rest is history”

A series of videos of her carreer show up, from her beginning in karts, F4, F3 and her successfull 2021 in F2 finishing as champion, smiling faces all around and obviously a very proud Charlotte.

“You just mention your dad. What about other members in your family? Friends or even a boyfriend?” I look at the producer with a side smile

“You guys are really something else, right?” they laugh “I’m single ready to mingle. I don’t talk to much about my family, I like to be private about that. I almost dropped all this. My family is my priority and two years ago I lost my mom due cancer so...”

“I’m sorry we don’t...”

“No, it’s okay” I smiled to the camera “She’s not here but I still talk about her like she’s just in the back of the house screaming to the dog for being so silly, she’s still here and I know she’s proud” 

“Sure she is. Just to finish ... Any expectations for your team. Everybody wanted to see you in a bigger team like Mercedes or Ferrari, did you hear any rumors about that?”

“Well, certanly I did hear, but the thing is, mmm, I always believe that If you wanna prove yourself is better to start from the very bottom, understand the little things and then you’ll find success, almost glory. Being in this sport is so tricky, like, one day you won in Monaco and the next day you’re out of the points or feeling that all your pasion is going out to your body” I see everybody’s faces like I was saying something fascinating “This is sport is like war, you better watch out your back ‘cause even your own team could kill you.”

“So, this is your year to discover yourself?”

“Yes, my bingo card this year will imply me being playing the art of war that is F1″

“Okay Charlotte, this is all for today. We’ll see you along the year”

“Thanks and don’t spill my secrets. Snitches end up in ditches, they say” 

I go out of the room straight to the Williams garage. Sure thing is that this year is going to be wild, after what happened last year between Red Bull and Mercedes, man, I really don’t want to be any member of those teams.

“Hello Ms. Jones, everything all right with Netflix?” My PR, Ava asked. She was in Alex side of the garage talking to other people

“Yeah, they’re like school girls” She laugh

“Yeah, sometimes. Today is media day so since you’re ready with your Williams merch, we can start signing some caps and cards and then continue with your schedule. Or do you want to start with press?”

“Up to you really, better doing the easiest first then I’ll face the sharks” We walk to a conference room when I found Alex with his girlfriend and his PR. Last year I met the girl in a tournament in the UK and we have been really close since then.

“Oh hello you, my girl and my boy rocking together this year” Lily said and hug me, while Alex put a false angry face

“Nice to see you Lily and yes, we’re going to rock or better than that” I said she smack Alex shoulder

“See, I tould you she has spirit!”

“I know, I think that everybody saw that video of her running along the track after her win in last year championship”

That video.

Well, you don’t win F2 championship many times in your life, right?

“I don’t know what are you talking about”

“Everybody know you do”

“Shh” I sit next to the pile of merch with my face on it. It’s 9:45 so I have time ‘till lunch and more interviews.

INTERVIEW ROOM @14:20

W/ Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel

“Don’t be nervous, ok? I’m not gonna tell what to answer, you’re smart so answer like a pro”

“Like a pro? So I can say <<inchident>> or even ask about the interviewers plans for the summer?” I showed Ava a side smiled

“Please don’t and you’re going to be in between, your name is on the sofa” I enter the room and saw the amount of people organized in the back of the room with notepads, cameras and tricky looks.

“So, welcome everybody to the second session here in Bahrain, we are here with Lando Norris from McLaren, Carlos Sainz from Ferrari, Charlotte Jones from Williams, Lewis Hamilton from Mercedes and Sebastian Vettel from Aston Martin. Welcome to the drivers, we’re going to have a round of questions for this sesion, if that’s ok” I look at the others who nod.

“Hello, this question is for Charlotte” Great. “We want to hear your first impresions of your new team, if you have the chance to meet the other drivers and expectations for your rookie season”

I tried to smiled but I suddenly felt like I wanna dissapear and the lights we’re too bright so I put on my glasses and I hear Lewis laugh and how he copy my action and take the microphone “It’s sunny outside so there’s no need to put the  light to bright, thanks guys” And squeezed my hand.

“Yeah, lights, mmm, almost everybody saw me in the car last year when I met the team and my teammate. Everything has been great so far, mmm I spent half of the holidays with the Sainz family, there been close to my mom’s family so, yeah, Carlos and his trainer just help me to get in better shape for this rodeo, something that I’m grateful for” I fist bump with Carlos and laugh “And expectations, well, I prefer to see how it goes after the race, I sent my ideas and questions the past month so I know now that the car is fast and let’s see If we can put Williams on the top again”

Sebastian took the microphone and look at me “Do you know about engineering?”

“Yeah, I finished my degree in mechanical engineering last month, obviously online, so...”

“That’s impresive, kid” answer Sebastian

“Am I the only one scared now?” Ask Lando to everybody. Everybody laugh at that. The interview session went smoothly and not many questions were to me, since Lewis was in the room, the events of november where reminded. Questions about strategies and upgrades for Ferrari and Aston Martin and the chances of McLaren of getting a podium this year. After that, the session ended, Carlos stopped me.

“Welcome officially, girasol” He hug me in the process and we heard a cough

“Are you good, man?” 

“Since my friend here it’s so disrespectfull, nice to meet you, yo soy Lago” 

“Nunca le enseñaste bien español” I said laughing to the spaniard

“Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno”

“Please don’t. Back to a common language” I smiled to him and oh boy! such beautiful eyes

“Charlotte, rookie, friend of this guy, fan of dogs, chocolate cake and be on my xbox the whole day” I shake his hand and he gasp

“Marry me”

“In a few years, maybe” I look to Carlos who look at me with wide eyes

“I don’t want him on family holidays, ten moths are too much now” As we were walking through the paddock, a few photographers and fans aproach us. Since Carlando were more famous that I am, so I go straight to my motorhome to lay down for a bit.

What a day.

A few headers on instagram and twitter about the conference

2022 ROOKIE READY TO DRIVE AND BEING A THREAT

CHARLOTTE ROBYN-JONES, NEW SENSATION IN THE PADDOCK

IS THIS THE YEAR OF WILLIAMS?

Mind clear and then start proving myself.

I’m a girl, yes, but right now I feel that I have a chance to be like them, it’s ny time.

A champion, one ready to fight.

I finished my day with more media duties, to 6 pm I was going to wait for Carlos who offer a ride to the hotel. While I was waiting in the parking lot, the papaya pair waved at me.

“Hiya, you must me Charlotte. I’m Daniel, the one with good looks in the team” He said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you Daniel, how you guys doin’?”

“All good, we’re heading to the hotel, ready to kick asses tomorrow?” I saw how Lando seems certanly interested in the question

“I’m feeling normal, but yeah, let’s see tomorrow. My driver arrived so... see ya” I waved at them when Carlos opened his car. Daniel and Lando saw the couple leaving the parking lot when the australian looks at the youngest

“Say it”

“What?” 

“Why do you look so shock around her? I mean, even Max who lives in a rock knew about her”

“I’ve been friends of Carlos and I never see her around, it’s weird”

“Ooow, the kid is jealous of the newie” Daniel started laughing and going to his car

“Man stop... I’m not jealous and also I’m a man!”

BAHREIN CIRCUIT @13:45 - FP1 & FP2

“Radio check, please” my race engineer said. Williams had the chance to start fourth in the two practices after Alfa Romeo, Ferrari, Red Bull and Alpine.

“ And I thought my heart was detached, from all the sunlight of our past, but she's so sweet, she's so pretty, does she mean you forgot about me? Yeah, yes, I’m going to send you my playlist for the race, what dou you think?” 

“We’ll  evaluate that after practice”

“It’s not a no, I wil take it”

“Ok Charlotte, 30 seconds to start heating the tyres and whenever you ready, your flying lap”

“Copy”

“Now, we’ll have Williams coming out the pits to start practice, first our rookie Charlotte, fresh out the oven as F2 champion. She’s heating the tyres and has 15 minutes to do a few laps and see how that car goes”

On the broadcast, the faces of the team principals were on screen, with their expectations on the girl and see how she start.

“Ok Charlotte, you can start in the next lap with Leclerc and Ocon in front of you” I pressed the copy bottom. Here I go.

One thing about me it’s that I brake late but my left foot likes to keep itself on the throttle. A girl have to give it all, right?

“I feel like I’m watching the Mercedes W11 all over again. Wow! I can see a future world champion, multiple times If she wanted too”

“That car is fast” said Christian Horner looking to Max’s engineer “What the hell?” 

“Definitely it is” 

“Toto, even when she brake the car doesn’t go below 170 km/h. what?” Lewis and Bono stand beside the team principal of Mercedes.

“I think that your eight championship have to wait a bit, I can’t believe my eyes”

“That girl is the real Toretto, don´t you think?” asked Yuki to the french man

“I wanna throw myself down a hill to be honest” 

“What the f***?, which car is that?, I almost get dizzy” asked Charles over the radio

“That was a Williams, the rookie, she’s 3 seconds faster than you”

“This is going to be a long season. F***”

“Well done Charlotte. With his pace you can certanly win every race this season”

“Haha, good job to everybody from those in the factory to the ones in the garage. What about Alex?”

“As good as you, the difference is 0.337″

“That’s good”

“Yes, we’ll wait for you in the garage”

As I parked, I could heard the applauses from my team and the people around the garage. 

And yes.

A very long season ahead.

--

intro

That was fun. 

For those who doesn’t speak spanish, here the translation:

Girasol: sunflower.

Nunca le enseñaste bien español: you never taught him Spanish well.

Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno: He certainly was a terrible student.

Hope you liked it :)

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✨ Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction {E, 153k}

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

✨ And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 109k}

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

✨ We're What's Right In This World by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite {E, 48k}

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”

Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

✨ Seeing Blind by zedi {E, 46k}

Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?”

OR the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities.

✨ It Feels Different When You’re With Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 45k}

Harry fell in love with sign language as a kid. He never imagined the first love of his life would lead him straight to his second.

✨ fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry {T, 41k}

Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him.

It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life.

When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died.

Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in.

He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

✨ Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16 {E, 30k}

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

✨ my strange girl by curlockholmes / @dykesteddie {E, 30k}

Harry works in a cafe kitchen; making bagels, snarking with Zayn, and generally trying to exist as an autistic girl working in hospitality.

Louis is the captain of the local women's rugby team who takes a shine to her.

✨ To Give You a Hand to Hold by gettingaphdinlarry {NR, 26k}

When he spoke again, Harry’s voice was low. “Ever think of how many birthdays they don’t get?”

Louis avoided Harry’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Martinez was what, nineteen? Missed a good sixty of them.” Harry took the last of his cake and passed the plate to Louis. “Figure sixty missed birthdays each. Just on our side. How many is that?”

Louis used the edge of his fork to scrape frosting off the plate. “Never thought about it.”

“What would your shrink say?”

“‘Focus on the positive.’”

Harry ran a hand over his head and scratched the back of his neck. “How’s that working?”

Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in Afghanistan. Months later, he's reunited Stateside with his Navy medic Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to admit they're in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys them.

✨ the dead things we carry by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics {M, 25k}

September ‘49  He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out.

This is the man who saved Louis’ life.

For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself.

“Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight.

This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real.

“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”

There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

✨ Don't Act Like It's a Bad Thing to Fall in Love by nightwideopen / @themarshalstale {G, 23k}

Louis was born blind, completely blind, leaving him with nothing but the absolute blackness that his lack of vision produces.

Harry, on the other hand, is deaf. No sound can be registered by the two tiny ears his rowdy, chocolate curls obscure so well.

The first time Louis and Harry meet, it’s sort of an accident.

✨ the sanctity of patience by @scrunchyharry {T, 22k}

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

His illusions vanished, Harry will have learn to appreciate what has and even, perhaps, fall in love with his imperfect husband and his castle.

✨ some evening in springtime by delsicle / @eeveedel {M, 20k}

Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

✨ Blind Faith by @2tiedships2 {M, 18k}

“Harry?” Liam prompted.

“I’m blind,” Harry eventually said, trying his best to keep himself from crying.

Liam was silent for a few moments, before responding, “That’s not exactly news, H. You were blind when I met you a year and a half ago. Have you been in denial this whole time or something?”

“No, Liam,” Harry cut in. “This is different. I’m not legally blind like I used to say. It’s not just my night vision. The tunnel from my tunnel vision has closed. I’m fucking blind! I moved halfway around the world in the hope of finding my soulmate and it’s obviously not happening now. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not even a soulmate is going to want to put up with a blind alpha."

✨ Our love is special because it's you and I (series) by sweetkisses {NR, 11k}

"So what are you studying?" Harry asks.

"Accounting." Louis says quietly.

"Sweet. I don't know much about accounting but I do know that it means you must be pretty damn smart." Harry says nodding his head.

"Thanks." Louis giggles out and Harry didn't know it was possible for him to be more beautiful. "What, um, what are you studying?"

"Law." Harry says and lays his legs out in front of him as he places his hands behind him and tilts his head towards the sun.

"You must be pretty smart if you're studying law." Louis mocks with a smirk. Harry didn't expect the next words to ever come out of his mouth but this boy just does things to him.

"Two smart people make a genius couple."

or the four times Harry sees the beautiful boy in the wheelchair

✨ Heart Eyes by @snowy38 {E, 10k}

He fidgeted nervously, long fingers pushed through his soft fringe, fingertips lingering on the thick curls that he felt formed there. He hoped his hair looked okay. He hoped he looked okay.

He hoped-

“Oi oi!” Niall’s loud, Irish voice cut into the small space along with the loud chatter of the party; the door assumingly opened. He swallowed.

“Fuck off!” A northern accent complained; the sound of bodies wrestling before it went quiet again; the clunk of the lock confirming to him that his suitor was now locked inside.

Harry knew the voice. He knew. And if he hadn’t known the voice, he would have known the smoky, sweet scent of the boy before him. Seventeen years old, friends since they were eight, and they’d never been pushed into the kissing cupboard together before.

✨ Deep Within The Mystery of Your Eyes (I Am Home At Last) by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey {M, 10k}

It's a world where you discover your soulmate after skin contact and finding your world exploding in colour. Louis has been blind his entire life. He makes do quite well, thank you very much, and he's glad that he doesn't have to see colours fade in and out of his world. Harry trains disability dogs, and, during a chance meeting with Louis at a local market, he discovers that Louis' his soulmate. He comes up with a wild scheme - train his current dog to be the perfect dog for Louis - in order to keep Louis in his life, and maybe convince him they're soulmates.

✨ the pain never leaves, but neither do you. (series) by Anonymous {M, 10}

Harry has fibromyalgia and Niall is an idiot, leaving Louis to bump into Harry at 6am in a hospital corridor. It ends up as something much more wonderful than Harry ever could have expected, stood with a walker in his ratty PJs after a nasty flare-up, and he finally finds someone who can love him just the way he is.

✨ I Roll 'til I Change My Luck by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus {T, 8k}

Dating is hard enough when you're gay. When Louis reveals to his Tinder matches that he uses a wheelchair and has a service dog, things tend to get even more complicated. Too bad the guys on dating apps aren't as sweet and understanding as his best friend Harry...

✨ Struggle by @1diamondinthesun {NR, 3k}

Louis had accepted long ago that he would always be alone in the world. Yet he often wondered what defined us as people: the cards we’d been dealt, or how we played them to survive.

Or, Louis is living with a chronic illness and growing tired of going it alone.

[pagannatural]

2.02 Everybody Loves a Clown

-Dad died so we’re going to a carnival

-MY GOD Dean looks amazing in this episode. He looks most himself in a t shirt covered in car grease. No wonder Sam keeps coming up to bother him.

-Sam is like Do you need anything Dean? Can I help with the car? Will you talk to me? I broke into our dead dad’s voicemail so that we could hang out again

- Dean: “I feel like a friggin soccer mom” well didn’t Sam play soccer and aren’t you his mom

-Dean asks why Sam was so quick to jump on this job and Sam says it’s what dad would’ve wanted. Sam wishes he could’ve truly made amends with John. They mostly fought about Dean last episode, and Sam has probably put it together that actually John traded his soul to the demon to save Dean so Sam probably feels a complicated gratitude toward John for that. He doesn’t know about John asking Dean to save/kill him, so he doesn’t know John has another reason for saving Dean other than just caring about him enough to sacrifice his soul and life’s mission to save him.

The other layer to Sam deciding now that he wants to be a hunter like John always wanted is that it’s so much easier for Sam to do that now that John’s dead. He’s struggling with the grief-that part isn’t easy- but he’s been fighting John his whole life. He doesn’t need to assert his independence from a father who isn’t there. Now his only real conflict hunting with Dean is being in love with him, but he trusts Dean and he’s seen now that he’s Dean’s top priority.

-What I wouldn’t give for Dean to lie to the carnival manager and say their act is him throwing knives at Sam. Can you even imagine the homoerotic tension. He just barely papercuts Sam’s neck, Sam gulps and tilts his head to show Dean the thin line of blood. Where am I

-Sam calls Dean’s behavior his “strong, silent thing.” The way he describes Dean in the rare moments he does is pretty revealing. Dean lies and hides himself frequently and Sam is the one person who sees through his bullshit. One of my favorite things about Sam is that he feels what he feels and he acts on it and the only feelings he can’t act on are those ones. You know the ones.

-Dean is angry that Sam suddenly wants to do what John would have wanted. Dean is pissed off that Sam wants to follow John’s wishes, now of all times. Because meanwhile, Dean is collapsing in on himself like a dying star with the need to not have to follow John’s last order, which was to potentially kill Sam. Dean would rather die. Of course Sam doesn’t understand this and just wants Dean to let him in, and he needs comfort from Dean. I bet usually Dean would give him that.

-Dean makes up with Sam by flirting with him, teasing that he’s a stickler for details about the case, and Sam smiles blushingly. He’s so pleased. Dean glances over at him with this pained longing. Just kiss.

-Sam with his whole body facing Dean, gazing at him:

-Sam looks displeased when he realizes Jo and Dean want him to leave so they can flirt

-Sam tells Dean that he misses John, feels guilty, and isn’t okay, and knows Dean isn’t either. He has tears in his eyes.

Dean looks at Sam like it’s physically painful not to comfort him. He must feel so guilty and horrible knowing John said he might have to kill Sam, like he can’t touch Sam while he’s holding this secret. He also thinks it’s his fault that John is dead instead of him, and therefore that it’s his fault Sam is struggling.

-Sam leaves. Dean just fucking loses it. He’s been working on repairing the Impala, the thing John left him. He grabs a crowbar and smashes the windows, tears a hole in the trunk. He’s so angry with John for putting this on him. Imagine, the same Dean who made John promise he’d keep Sammy safe before he would agree to leave for kindergarten. He stares after Sam, his lips trembling.

I love when Dean is violent. I don’t think his violence has surfaced in contexts other than overwhelming emotions for or related to Sam.

-They need to resolve the issue of why Sam is sticking around now that he’s finally, finally decided to. Sam’s actions show a trust and devotion to Dean as well as a desire for closeness, but Dean’s guilt and fear make him want to push Sam away.

[coffincestuous]

i’ve seen some people say that ashley is kind of an extreme portrayal of mental illness(es), but, from my own experience…. she’s actually a very real portrayal. all of her possessiveness, her mood swings, her dependency on andrew, her choice to not think too long about super traumatizing shit, her impulsiveness; all of those are very normal, very accurate ways mental illnesses and other disorders manifest

(andrew also shows Many signs of mental illness(es) and disorders, and so does their mom, but that’s not what this post is about!!)

i’m not going to try to diagnose her or anything, and i’ll try to keep my headcanons to myself, but i believe we can all tell that the way she thinks and acts is not exactly healthy for her or the people around her. she’s harmful to herself, andrew, and a lot of others. there’s genuinely So Much that has influenced the way she is, i kind of don’t even know where to start

she wasn’t “born evil,” like her mom says. she isn’t even “evil,” she just… doesn’t really understand. that’s not a bad thing!! she doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her behavior, because no adult ever taught her. no adult ever cared enough to make sure she learned how to treat people nicely. no adult ever paid attention to her harmful behavior and tried to correct it. we see that ashley has been kind of an asshole from a very early age, and she’s always been pretty blunt with her thoughts and feelings. she hasn’t ever felt the need to sugar-coat things, to spare other’s feelings. aside from andrew, nobody has ever been genuinely nice to her, or spared her feelings, so why should she bother?

similarly, she doesn’t lie too often, unlike andrew. she doesn’t like pretending, especially not with him. she says in game, during dinner with their parents, that she can’t “keep up” with andrew’s lies. we only really see her lie of her own accord once, and she doesn’t donit very convincingly.

she doesn’t really care about anything that doesn’t concern her or andrew, which is like. The Most logical path for her feelings to take. andrew is the only person that she’s ever known who cares about her. he’s been by her side for her entire life. her parents, her neighbors, and her friends have done wrong by her, and have been driven away by her… Her. except for andrew. (we’re ignoring the chapter two decay route for this). he’s been there through everything. he’s cared when no one else has. he’s seen her at her worst and her best moments. again, no adult taught her about caring, or pretending to care. she doesn’t feel the need to mask like andrew does, and she doesn’t have a want to “fit in” to a society that has failed her and her brother. she’s been treated as an outsider for her whole life, so she probably believes she’ll never “fit in,” she’ll never be accepted, and she doesn’t need to fit in or be accepted by them.

she greatly values loyalty in her friends. we see her act this way with andrew, with nina, and with julia. she sees people chosing others over her as a betrayal. other than andrew, no one has ever chosen ashley first. that upsets her!! that would upset anyone, but it especially upsets her because no one has ever chosen her first. her parents gave andrew all of their attention, but not her. her two friends have betrayed their friendship and put andrew above her. in game, she says it herself: she should be the top priority. with every encounter, every back-and-forth, every relationship, every decision, she’s waiting to be pushed aside. she’s waiting to be discarded. with andrew, she’ll do anything in her power to make sure he doesn’t leave her, either.

i think that it’s really interesting that she really is her worst self with andrew. she’s mean, she’s violent, she’s petty and crass and acts very childish, but she generally feels safe with him. she feels comfortable with him, and doesn’t feel the need to hold herself back at all. there’s security to be found in a relationship (of any kind) that you can say terrible things and act in horrible ways and that person stays by your side. that’s a huge part what she has with andrew. she trusts him to stay by her side, despite how awfully she may act. she places a Lot of importance on his presence in her life.

even the murder and cannibalism can be attributed to mental illness (along with The Plot). the intense mood swings that she has go along with her already violent tendencies. she feels anger, frustration, annoyance, and a whole bunch of other really negative emotions that she’s never learned to cope with. a lot of people in real life use violence as an outlet for anger. plus, she doesn’t allow herself feel upset or disgusted by death, even at her own hands (if she even feels it at all). despite that, i believe that murdering her parents had to be So cathartic for her and andrew. ashley explains in the decay route why eating people makes her feel powerful and in control, and being in control is something she very obviously feels that she lacks. she’s seen as manipulative, but she doesn’t really succeed at her manipulation. she’s understandably insecure with her entire existence, so she tries to control whoever and whatever she can, and that extends to andrew, murder, as well as cooking and eating people

there’s a lot to life that is treated as “normal” and “universal,” but everyone starts with absolutely no knowledge. experiences build a person’s worldview and shapes their personality, and ashley has had very rough experiences. she is a product of abuse and neglect and mistreatment, and is a very realistic depiction of a person who has had the experiences she’s had. the game has a pretty light tone despite the content, but it being “pretty light” doesn’t take away from the amount of detail that is put into the main characters and the trauma that they’ve suffered

ashley doesn’t have to be “good” or “positive” representation to be accurate representation, and i feel like nemlei has done a fucking excellent job at making a very, very unwell person (or two or three) in a very, very unwell society, and i am so extremely excited to see more of the graves’ childhood in chapter three

[duffs-balls]

The Dilfest

HELLOOO GUYSS

the title is kinda joke cause this is just a silly story so i cant think of a good title

anyway like i said this is a silly little story abt velvet revolver era duff hihi he makes me so horny please someone let me go back in time and fuck him🤗

IF YOU NOTICE ANY SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES TELL ME PLEASEEE YOU WOTN SOUND LIKE A NERDY BITCH I PROMISE

ALSO IF UOU HAVE ANY PROMPTS YOUD LIKE ME TO WRITE U CAN COMMENT OR DM ME ALTHOUGJ I DONT WRITE VERY FAST BC IT AINT MY PRIORITY BUT WHATEVA

ANYWAY this is just some fluff bc yes

uhh warnings?? i guess smoking, drinking and dilfs

GRRRR BARK BARK WOOF EGGRRRRRRBARKAAAABRAKWOOOFFFFGRRRRGRRRRRNNNNBARJ BARK BARK WOOF

I saw him there again, smoking a cigar. He looks oh-so hot. His wavy, blonde hair framing his face just right. His low-rise black flare jeans. His tight shirt.

Jesus Christ.

I saw him sitting at the same bar, in the same spot, at the same time a week ago. He wouldn’t order any alcoholic drinks, just water or an energy drink. He was with another guy last week, but he was alone today. I could go and talk to him. Should I? No. Maybe? No, what if he already has someone? No ring. Maybe he’ll think I’m annoying. Should I just wait until he talks to me? Maybe he won’t see me. Is my hair alright? Fuck, he’s so hot. He’s coming my way now.

Hold up, he’s coming my way? Holy shit. Shit, shit, shit. Look away, look away.

“Hey.”

Oh, Lord.

“Huh? Oh, hey.” I smile at him, my heart racing in my chest. He sits down on the chair next to me. Fuck, his thighs. He’s even hotter up close.

“I saw you lookin’ at me, honey.” His smirk. Oh my God, his smirk.

“Oh, did you?” My voice is trembling slightly, an awkward smile on my face. Dumbass. Get your shit together.

“Yeah, I did.” He reaches up and brushes a lock of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. I could feel my cheeks heating up, and the chuckle rumbling from deep in his throat was the confirmation.

“What’s your name, babe?” His voice was low and raspy, the corners of his mouth still curled up into a slight smirk.

“Y/n.” His hand came down onto my thigh, stroking up and down with a gentle but firm grip. I started to relax a little, not as shocked and frozen as I was at first anymore. I glance down at his hand, before adding; “And you are…?”

“Duff.” I didn’t expect a name like that. But then again, he did look like some sort of rockstar. “McKagan.”

Y/n McKagan..

No. I just met him.

“Really? Your name’s Duff?” A small, disbelieving smile tugs at my lips. He chuckles and nods. His laugh was so sexy. So pretty.

“I like that.” I say softly, taking another sip of my drink.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t take his eyes off me. He watches me drink, his eyes locked on my face, before moving down to my neck as I swallow.

“Yeah.” I put my glass back down on the bar before turning to him. I look into his eyes, and completely drift off to a whole ass different universe. Completely lost in each other, none of us says anything. It isn’t a weird, uncomfortable silence, though. It’s just silence, and it’s okay.

Until I snap out of it, clearing my throat as I realise he might not be staring at me in the same way I was at him. I look away, chugging the rest of my drink to try and get my racing mind to calm the fuck down a little.

“Well, I’d better get going.”

WHAT?? No way in HELL that just came out of my mouth. Fuck. Better roll with it now.

“What? Why?” He stands up right after I do, reaching out to grab my hand. Holy shit. He grabbed my hand. Now that we’re both standing up, I notice how he towers over me. How the fuck is he so tall?

“Uh, I told my friend I’d be back by now.” Lie.

“Friend..? Boy… friend?” Was he really asking this? Woah.

“No, no. Not boyfriend. Just.. Friend.” I smile at him, not being able to resist weaving my fingers through his. I can’t believe I’m actually holding hands with him. Oh my god. I can’t.

“Okay, well, I really gotta get rollin’.” I smile at him and let go of his hand, waiting for a moment, unsure of what to do before slowly turning and walking away. I should’ve told him I liked talking to him. Fuck. I might never see him again. Should I just turn around? I could. No, that’d be weird. Why is this so hard? It’s never so hard. Fuck. I’m already out the door now, can’t go back.

I do the riskiest thing and look over my shoulder. He was still looking at me. Shit, shit, shit. What do I do? Panic. Look away. FUCK. Why’d I look away? Oh my God.

I walk home, almost bumping into multiple people on the street because I was so lost in thought. I couldn’t get him out of my head. He was so gorgeous, and so sweet. I could’ve still been talking with him right now. Fuck me.

/Fast forward: One week\

He kept popping up into my head all week. When I’d watch a movie, there he was. When I’d be out getting some stuff from the store, there he was. When I’d be laying in bed at night trying to sleep, there he was. The sound of his voice, the sight of his smile, the feel of his hand. Fuck.

I need to find him.

I decide to go to the same bar I went to last week and the week before where I’d seen him, having the highest expectations.

I’m walking way faster than normal, passing everyone on the sidewalk as I make my way to the bar. Please, please, please, let him be there.

Okay, we’re in. Many people, many faces. I slowly walk through the crowd, frantically looking around for him. Fuck. Can’t see him. I sit down with a sigh, ordering some vodka. The liquid disappears quickly as I keep anxiously looking around for him, and soon there’s a new, full glass next to my empty one. I can feel myself getting drunker as I keep on drinking drink after drink. I’d never been a big drinker, but for some reason I couldn’t stop tonight. My sight is getting blurry and I’m starting to get dizzy as someone approaches me. My eyes light up as I recognise him, a big smile appearing on my face. I’m so relieved to see him and too drunk to care as I hug him. “Duff!” I exclaim. He chuckles and returns the hug, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. “Y/n!” He says in the same tone as me, although he’s doing it a little to mock me.

I pull back and sit on the chair I was previously sitting on, my hand coming to rest on his knee. “I was looking for you.” I tell him, my voice slurred. “Oh, yeah?” He chuckles, finding my drunken state amusing. “Mhm.” I nod, smiling goofily. I knew I was making a fool out of myself, but I didn’t realise that then in my drunkenness.

“How much did you drink, love?” His smile was making me melt. “Uh, I dunno. They took my empty glasses away.”

We talked for a bit, although it wasn’t all that since I was wasted.

“Maybe we should go home.” He suggests after some time.

“Awe, really? I don’t wanna leave you just yet, babe.” I pout slightly before breaking out into a smile. I playfully tug at his bottom lip with my thumb, finding it funny for some reason. I’d started calling him babe, not even noticing that I was doing it.

“Come. You can stay with me.” Holy shit. Is this happening?

He stood up, before offering his hand to pull me up. This is happening. I grin up at him and stumble slightly as I stand up, grabbing his arm to steady myself. He chuckles at me, sneaking his arm around my waist to keep me from falling. “I like how you think.” I murmur. I can’t keep my eyes off him as we make our way out the bar, resulting in me stumbling even more.

I lean heavily on him as we walk down the street to the parking lot, although he doesn’t seem to mind. He can easily hold me up, and I’m pretty sure that’s because he works out. Sexy.

There’s a bit of playful banter going on as we get to his car, and I smirk up at him as he helps me into the passenger’s seat. He grabs my seatbelt and leans over me to put it on, his arms flexing right in front of my face. He closes the door and hurries to the other side of the car, getting in and putting on his own seatbelt. Once he looks to the side, he sees that I’m already passed out cold. He chuckles and starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot while glancing over at me now and then.

After a few moments, I fall sideways in my sleep as he makes a turn, my head falling onto his shoulder. My hand instinctively reaches out to hold onto his arm, and I snuggle a little closer to him. He chuckles softly and places a kiss to the top of my head, before looking back at the road.

WASSUP SLUUUUTTSSSS

YES THERE WILL BE A PART TWO TO THIS DONT WORRY POOKIES

GUYS HERE IT IS

also dont mind how unrealistic the drunk thing is this is coming from a 13 year old guy called ben fucking bitterbal who has never drunk alcohol or been drunk so idk if u have tips on how to write it better just tell mr also

heres some more pics i didnt feel like dragging up to the top of this thing hihi

[bakedbeanz]

Red Affinity Dialogue

Nobody asked for this BUT. I wanted to write some dialogue for Red as if he were a FO4 Companion. So! Here's a list of responses to the Relationship/Checking in part of the companion wheel

Romanced Affinity: “Heh.. Sweetheart, when I’m with you it feels like my hands finally stop shaking. I wouldn’t trade this for the world.” “Do I even have’ta say it? You turn this ol’ soldier into one helluva sap..” “Still can’t believe how lucky I am.. Having someone like you love me makes my head spin, babe.” “Ah.. Y’know I’m not great with words. How bout’ I just show  you instead, yeah?” “I feel as safe as a guy could get, right by your side.” —---- Best Friend Affinity: “With you as a friend? The Commonwealth better run and hide, heh.” “C’mon, we’re practically family by now. Atleast in my book, you are..” “I didn’t come 200 years and a handful of close calls jus’ to quit on you now, bud” “Around you I got nothin’ to worry about, and you don’t either, alright?” “I know it’s rich comin’ from me, but you don’t gotta worry about that. You and me? We’re as tight as it gets.” —------------ Good Friend Affinity: “As long as you don’t mind the explosions, I think you and I are doin’ pretty damn good.” “Travelling with you may not be for the faint of heart, but lucky for you I like it that way.” “We’ve blasted our way through half the Commonwealth by now, heh. Hopefully, we’ll keep it that way too.” “I feel like I got nothin’ to worry about traveling with you, so I’d say we’re doin’ alright.”

(Teasing Tone) “Well, I haven’t been shot and you haven’t been blown to bits yet. So far I’m a pretty happy camper.” —----------- Neutral Affinity: “Hey, you lead and I’ll follow- I got no complaints.” “Can’t think of much to complain about for now.” “Well, I haven’t blown myself to kingdom come so.. That's somethin’, right? Heh.” “I haven’t thought about it too much, maybe I should..” “Reminds me of being back in the army, both the good and the bad.” ---------------- Dislike Affinity: “Tryin’ my best to watch your back. Hoping you’ll do the same too..” (Sarcastic) “Could be worse, I guess… I could be gettin' eaten by Mirelurks right now.” “Becoming more and more clear to me where I stand on your list of priorities, at least..” “Hmgh.. You know how to put a guy on edge. And not in the good way..” “I can’t lie, I’m not thrilled to be traveling with you. But its better than dying..” —----------- Hateful Affinity: “Pass me some Jet, so I can forget about what happened today.” “Look, just tell me what needs blowing up, and let that be it, yeah? I’d rather not talk to you.” “This isn’t what I signed up for y’know..” “Let’s hope a grenade doesn’t land at your feet.. God, let's hope..” “Ask me again and see where it gets you.”  

[fe-fictions]

Please sir do you have any more saizo or Claude laying around

(I have a metric f*ck ton of Claude lying around WAITING to be put back on the blog!! Here's Byleth confronting him about his real name)

 “Khalid.”

You had said it so quietly, and so hesitantly, Claude wasn’t entirely positive you had said it. But he had frozen in his tracks, halfway out the bedroom door to go do some sparring, when the word slipped from your tongue.

Slowly, he turned around, looking back at you with an almost unreadable expression. But if you didn’t know any better… you’d think he was surprised. Almost scared.

“Come again?” He certainly sounded as though he’d been caught off-guard. You tilted your head.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

So he had heard correctly.

Claude shook his head and shut the doors again, setting his bow to the side. 

“It was, a long, long time ago. But it’s been so long since I’ve gone by that name, I just… don’t think about it too much.”

“When were you going to tell your wife you had another name?” You questioned him, lips pursed as you observed the man who was very slowly making his way to you.

Claude shrugged, scratching at his cheek. “Whenever it was relevant, assuming it ever came up.”

“But you didn’t plan on telling me?” You quirked an eyebrow, and he looked more embarrassed than before.

“Well, it’s not like it was high priority.”

“I suppose not, but… learning you have another name from Balthus, of all people…”

“Balthus.” Claude swore under his breath. “He swore he wouldn’t say anything. How’d you get it out of him?”

“He was being himself, teasing me about knowing something I didn’t, and then he let it slip while he was trying to hold the information over my head. He is capable, but he doesn’t always have the most bright moments.”

“No, he does not.” Claude sighed, sinking down on the bed across from your recliner. You crossed your legs, refusing to let him escape you so easily.

Claude, sensing this, decided against his better judgment to question your rigidity.

“You wouldn’t happen to be upset about it, would you?”

“I might be.”

“Don’t be upset.”

“Since the day we met, I haven’t hidden anything from you. And when questions were asked, I would tell you. Especially not now that we’re married. There shouldn’t be a need for you to hide things like this from me… I’m supposed to be someone you trust.”

“And I do, dearheart, I promise, I trust you more than anyone else in the world. But this is just…”

“A secret worth hiding from your wife?” You tilted your head the other way, clearly unconvinced. 

Claude glanced away, biting his lip as he tried to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“Look, By, it’s… not so much that I didn’t want to tell you that… I was trying real hard to forget. My identity… my former name would get me into trouble, especially when folks who weren’t fond of the Almyrans found out that my name was, well… extremely Almyran. People can be cruel, and they were.”

You relaxed some at his words. That made sense. Claude was a man of many secrets, but he wasn’t one to deliberately hide many things from you. If he wanted to tell you something, he usually did.

The reasoning behind not telling you this crucial detail of his identity was jarring, to say the least, but considering the persecution he spoke of, you could start to see why he wasn’t shouting it from the rooftops.

“Things are better, but it made sense to keep my new name. ‘Claude’ has been my name for ages- I can’t remember the last time someone called me ‘Khalid’. At least, not someone who didn’t already know it. And most of the people who did aren’t alive, anymore.”

“I see.” You hummed, watching your husband slide from the bed and finish his journey to your side. You shifted over some so that he could lie down beside you, his head falling contentedly into your lap. Your hand found his hair, smiling down at the man who seemed to happy just being near you. “Then, I’m sorry for doubting you. I just didn’t understand.”

“It’s all right. If I found out your name wasn’t Byleth, I’d be a bit suspicious, as well.”

“So what should I call you?”

“’Love’, ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’… all of those work jus-”

“Not what I meant.” You pinched his cheek, annoyed by his playful shift.

He chuckled. “Ouch.”

‘Would you prefer I call you by your name, Khalid? Or do you want to remain Claude?”

“That’s a very difficult question.” He sighed, leaning his head back into your lap and peering up at you. His hand found yours, lazily swinging it back and forth in the warm spring air. “Whichever one you prefer.”

“But this is about-”

“It’s just a name.” Claude interrupted you, “I’ll answer to anything you call me- whatever you think suits me best. I’ll always be yours, after all… it doesn’t matter what you call me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You beamed softly at him, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Khalid.”

There was no hiding the bright, broad smile that crossed his lips, and he gently pulled you down to give you a real, searing kiss. 

You would never forget how happy he looked.

[sgtcalhouns]

Start Me Up

you know how in the limo sex chapter of the mechanic au felix briefly mentions the time they got a little hot and heavy in his truck at the garage? this is that. nothing explicit but I’d still call it nsfw. enjoy!

It was late in the day when Felix pulled into the garage. Tamora was hunched over the engine of a car, too busy working to turn and look at the driver who had intruded on her space.

“We’re closed.”

Smiling from his place in the driver’s seat, he put the truck in park and rolled down the window.

“I’m sorry to be a bother, ma’am,” he replied. “I’m looking for the beautiful mechanic who works here. Have you seen her?”

At this, Tamora stood and turned to face him, a bemused smirk playing at her lips.

“There she is!” Felix said, smiling brightly at her.

Despite herself, she chuckled at his cheesy antics. This sort of behavior had always been nauseating to her in the past, but it was so genuine coming from him that she couldn’t help but be charmed by it.

“Hi, Felix,” she said as she approached the window.

“Hi, Tammy Jean,” he said, reaching out to bring her hand to his lips for a kiss.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” she said.

He leaned his arm against the open window frame and sighed.

“I was gonna come up with some excuse, but honestly…” he shook his head, amused by his own behavior. “I just really didn’t want to wait until this weekend to see you.”

He had dropped the playful mask, revealing the truth beneath. They were both busy this week, their schedules refusing to align in a way that would allow them to spend time together until the end of the work week. It was only Wednesday; she almost felt bad that he had only made it through half the week.

“Lucky for you, that sounds like a problem I can fix.”

She stepped up onto his truck’s running board and leaned in through the window to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Immediately she felt his lips curl into a smile. She pulled away to see him gazing love-drunk up at her.

“Yep, that’s exactly what I needed,” he said with a grin.

“Don’t tell me you came all this way just for one kiss.”

“Well, if you wanted more I certainly wouldn’t be opposed—”

She shook her head in amusement as he spoke.

“Move over, I’m coming in.”

Felix scooted over just in time for Tamora to open the door and plop down beside him, shutting the door behind her. He met her halfway this time, gently combing his fingers into her hair as they settled into a tender kiss. When she pulled away again, he didn’t hesitate to voice his displeasure with a whine.

“Wait, shouldn’t you be working right now?” Tamora asked. “I thought Gene had you doing maintenance late tonight.”

“I was able to chip away at some of it during the day today,” he said. His eyes suddenly took on a mischievous glint. “I also told Gene that I really needed to visit the mechanic today.”

Her jaw dropped when she realized what he had done. Felix was so strait-laced, it was almost unbelievable that he was looking up at her with such a sly expression of satisfaction at his own cleverness.

“Lying to the boss?” she feigned outrage. “That’s unlike you.”

“It wasn’t technically a lie,” he reasoned. “All I told him was that I had an urgent problem that only my most trusted mechanic could solve.”

She could tell that he was terribly proud of himself, but she couldn’t help but be curious about how far he was willing to take this.

“Oh, really?” she asked. “And how will you explain yourself if he asks what the problem was?”

Before answering, he pulled her close for another kiss. His priorities for this evening were becoming increasingly clear.

“My starter’s been going haywire, I can hardly keep it under control,” he explained, his voice low as he spoke against her lips. “I think it’s in danger of overheating.”

In spite of herself, his reply earned him a chuckle. He could be quite clever when he wanted to be, and she was happy to reward him with a kiss. Already he could feel himself getting lost, falling deeper into her touch before he could even begin to question it. His hands explored as their connection deepened, mapping out the curve from her waist to her hips as he pulled her close. Tamora’s lips found their way to his neck and the thought crossed his mind that if he hadn’t opened the window, it would probably be coated in steam.

“What about when I send you to work with a hickey tomorrow?” she purred against his skin, making him shiver. “How will you explain that?”

Felix gulped. He ruminated on her question for only a moment before responding.

“You’re very passionate about your work.”

The slight quiver in his voice sent a thrill through her body.

“You got that right.”

Too quickly for his mind to comprehend, Tamora climbed on top of him, straddling his lap as she captured his lips in an unyielding kiss. Her tongue was met with an all too willing entrance into his mouth and his grip on her strengthened in kind. She relished the ways his body responded to her touch, the way she could feel him melting beneath her.

Panting for breath, Felix pulled away, turning his attention to her jaw as he regained control over his breathing. She leaned into him, encouraging him to bestow his attention to her neck. He hummed as her fingers gripped his hair, nails lightly digging against his scalp. This was quickly becoming a dangerous game to play at Tamora’s workplace, but he had long forgotten about everything aside from the places their bodies touched.

As if she had read his mind, she dug her nails more firmly into his scalp and he felt the unmistakable twinge of pleasure in his lower abdomen. Few things pleased her more than how easy it was for her to rile him up, but her overconfidence occasionally caused her to forget that he had committed himself to learning how to press her buttons, too. Ducking his head, he planted messy kisses down the curve of her neck; when the collar of her jumpsuit blocked his path, he pulled the zipper down a ways without hesitation. This alone amplified her desire, but he wasn’t finished.

His hand slipped into her jumpsuit, fondling her breast over the sports bra she was wearing underneath. Her gasp at his unexpected boldness filled him with pride and gave him the confidence to continue the path of his lips down her neck, to the dip above the bone on the left side of her collarbone. Yanking his body flush against hers, she heaved a breathy moan and he smiled against her skin.

Just when Tamora thought she was about to go mad, Felix gently sucked her skin and pinched her nipple in the same moment, and she lost control of herself.

“Felix.”

Tamora’s back arched and she pulled him with her as her body jerked backward. Her elbow came into contact with something solid, and a loud horn startled them out of their intimacy. Turning in Felix’s grasp, Tamora realized that she had hit his truck’s horn, which seemed especially loud due to the acoustics inside the garage. Once they recovered from the shock, they broke into a fit of laughter.

“Safe to say we got a little carried away,” Felix said, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist.

“We?” Tamora replied with a raised eyebrow. “I blame you for that.”

“Hey, you started it,” he teased, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek. His next thought was mumbled against her skin. “I was just tryin’ to finish it.”

A playful swat collided with his shoulder and he chuckled. They fell into a companionable silence as they collected themselves; Felix zipped up her jumpsuit and Tamora straightened his shirt collar. Brushing her bangs behind her ear, he spoke again.

“Are you busy tonight?” he asked softly, almost shy. It was a stark contrast to his behavior just moments ago.

“No,” she answered. “Why do you ask?”

“I was hoping I could convince you to come home with me,” he said. “I’ll cook.”

She could feel her heart soften as he spoke. Little did Felix know, she hardly needed convincing.

“What about Gene?” she asked. “Won’t he be looking for you?”

His nose wrinkled at the mention of Gene. Right now, his boss was the last thing he wanted to be reminded of.

“If he comes knockin’, I’ll handle it,” he said. “Plus, we could always sneak up the maintenance elevator out back.”

They shared a laugh. Glancing down to where she was seated in his lap, he continued his thought.

“Besides… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but now I really do have a problem I’d prefer your help fixin’.”

[teecupangel]

I searched far and wide hoping to quench my insatiable need to read, but none of the books in an archive of our own have satisfied me. In an effort to read more I traveled all around the world be it by land to visit the vast city of Wattpad, but I was not satisfied. I traveled by water to visit the islands of Nets, famous for their so called "Fanfictions" but I was not satisfied. I traveled by air to visit a place called Tumblr and began losing hope until I heard it, whispers of an author who takes requests and being on my last string I searched for them. I searched for clues on who it could be, only hearing the name Angel who likes Teacups, and vague as it may be I did not give up until the day I had found you, I cried in joy as I write this and hand you my request,

"Desmond but with fangs and claws like a cat, harem with maybe Haytham"

(Sorry for being long and unnecessary)

(Please don’t apologize, I enjoy getting asks and comments no matter what length they are)

Dear traveler, it appears that the rumors of my capabilities have been greatly exaggerated. I can only assume that it is due to the praises of my followers both here and in the archives of which I am also a weekly peddler of my wares. I am but a humble alchemist forever learning the ways of the legends and old ones. My alchemic priority will always be the wares I freely give to the archives and I am chained to my capricious mind which dictates what I shall synthesize to its full completion next.

What I can offer you, my dear traveler, is a small gift, synthesized from the ingredients I have that I believe you would enjoy.

And with that…

Let’s give Desmond fangs and claws like a goddamn cat.

.

Since this is meant to be a harem and I haven’t made any modern-day setup for a harem for a while now, we’re going full-on modern-day setting.

(not gonna lie, if you had requested cat ears as well, this would have been more like a kept pet kind of scenario)

Let’s say that Desmond lives on the Farm where it is common for people to have small fangs. Not that noticeable but certainly something that most humans do not have. When Desmond was born, they noticed his fangs were much longer than the rest, more cat-like, yet they weren’t worried about it. Maybe it was a quirk in their genes, who knows?

Then Desmond gets old enough to start crawling around.

He reached the sofa and… an urge takes over.

By the time his parents found him, he had been scratching the sofa with his suddenly sharp curved nails.

No.

Claws.

They had him checked out by the Farm’s doctor, of course, and they learn that the claws were retractable. With enough practice, Desmond learned how to bring out his claws at will.

Most of the time, he only showed his nails.

It has been drilled into his mind to hide his claws. To never show his fangs.

It was stifling. The claws gave him an advantage in training. Sometimes, he would lose himself and try to claw his own father.

He was told it was a dangerous weapon.

But Desmond simply saw it as a part of himself.

For it to be called a weapon…

It made Desmond feel like he was the one being called the weapon himself.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to use the word ‘itself’?

Did… did his father even see him as a person?

Years passed and his training continued. He grew older and, with age, comes more duties. More responsibilities.

The fear of the outside world has been drilled into his mind for so long. The Templars became background noise. He was told to fear humans in general.

They wouldn’t understand you.

They would fear you.

They will hurt you.

Desmond knew that.

All of his sparring partners, both the adults and the kids, would always have fear in their eyes whenever Desmond would use his hands during their spars. Even if he had clenched them into fists…

So he learned to use his legs more often yet the fear remained in their eyes.

They fear him.

And so… Desmond used their fear to take them down.

Sparring became boring after that.

No.

He hated sparring.

He hated the fear in the eyes of the people that were supposed to be on the same side as him.

That was when he appeared.

He was perhaps a year or two older than Desmond.

Bill whispered to him who he was.

An orphan born and raised by the Brotherhood, given the name of the legendary Master Assassin and mentor: Altaïr, the supposed best of the current children of the Brotherhood.

Not that they were still children… they were already teenagers yet the adults still liked to group them up as ‘children’.

He had an impressive blank expression that Desmond was quite jealous of. Bill always told him that he needed to work on his expressions.

They sparred and Desmond was caught off guard by how fast he was. He could see why Bill had brought him here to spar with Desmond.

He was faster than any of the adults Desmond had sparred with.

And ruthless with his strikes.

He aimed to take Desmond down as quickly as possible.

Without a hint of hesitation or fear in his eyes.

His mind seemed just as quick as his strikes, immediately realizing that Desmond primarily used his legs to attack.

So he kept closing the distance between them, not giving Desmond any time or distance for his kicks.

It was bound to happen.

He had been pushed into a corner.

A corner he didn’t even know existed until now.

Instincts and the thrill of finally having a sparring partner that didn’t look at him with fear in his eyes made his claws make an appearance before he knew what was happening.

Altaïr’s eyes widened for a moment before…

He slapped Desmond’s hand before it could scratch his face.

He jumped back, creating distance between them for the first time since he notice Desmond’s heavy reliance on his legs.

Desmond’s heart began to beat faster as he felt a coldness wrap around him when he saw Altaïr lower his head to stare at his claws.

The sting of his slap didn't even hurt. It was a quick move meant to stop Desmond. It was not meant to hurt him.

Yet... Desmond bit his bottom lip.

He didn’t want to see it.

He didn’t want to see those golden eyes turn fearful.

Altaïr raised his head and…

Desmond’s eyes widened as he saw the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire life.

His own lips curved into a wide smile, showing his fangs.

Yet Altaïr’s smile didn’t falter.

And that was the day…

Desmond fell in love with Altaïr.

Unorganized Notes (and set up for the Harem):

The beautiful smile Altaïr gave Desmond is seen as creepy by pretty much everybody else. It’s more on the side of feral and unnerving.

Altaïr and Desmond grow close because Altaïr regularly visits. The excuse is to spar with Desmond but they usually just hang out afterwards and talk. Altaïr would bring Desmond books whenever he visits after Desmond admits how bored he was on the Farm.

Desmond didn’t have the heart to tell Altaïr that the books he kept giving were a bit hard to understand and he kept reading them anyway, even going as far as talking to another kid (Shaun) that was the smartest kid on the Farm to ask help for the words that he couldn’t understand.

When Altaïr learned about it, instead of giving Desmond easier books to read, he made Desmond promise that he’d ask him instead for help and Desmond agreed because it means Altaïr would get closer to see which part Desmond has a hard trouble getting and he likes Altaïr’s warmth.

When they became Assassins, Altaïr and Desmond were put on the same team together with Malik and Kadar. Mostly, Altaïr and Desmond are the ones on the field, with Malik acting as backup, distraction, or additional ‘backend’ support. Kadar is their tech guy.

Malik and Kadar came from the same orphanage as Altaïr and they’re not scared of Desmond’s claws and fangs because “Altaïr waxes poetry about you whenever he returns from visiting you… very bad poetry” “I think it’s sweet.” “It paints you less as a monster and more as a cat.” “A very beautiful cat.” “Malik… Kadar… shut up.”

You can add Malik and Kadar to the harem if you want. If they’re not, Malik is forever suffering from the fluff and Kadar is 100% AltDes shipper only until it’s clear that Altaïr is okay with sharing Desmond and then he became 100% on board with shipping everyone with Desmond… even his own brother. (“I stop trying to make him stop. Ignoring him is better for my health.”)

Ezio gets transferred into their team later (if you want angst, the Auditore execution still happens but it’s with guns now, if you don’t want angst, Ezio got transferred because Giovanni thinks it would be better if he learns how it’s like to have non-family team members). Regardless, Ezio and Altaïr get competitive.

Desmond and Ezio start out as friends and Ezio know Desmond and Altaïr have a thing going on. It doesn’t stop him from falling for Desmond but he doesn’t do anything about it because he knows Altaïr is Desmond’s most important person.

Desmond does feel some attraction to Ezio but he ignores it. It actually takes Altaïr out right stating that he knows Desmond is falling in love with Ezio for him to acknowledge it. Desmond promises that he’ll love Altaïr the most and Altaïr just goes “Okay. I’m fine with that.”

Of course, this confuses Desmond so Altaïr had to explain that he was fine if Desmond wants to be with Ezio too, as long as he remains Desmond’s number one. (“Like… you’re at first place and Ezio is the runner-up?” “… I’m not using your love for us to compete against Ezio.” “You sure…?” “As long as you love me the most, I’m fine with you loving other people.” “Oh.”)

Ezio’s a bit reluctant at the beginning but seeing Altaïr okay with it, he does start to pursue Desmond.

They do end up competing for Desmond’s affection at times and it does get very competitive. Malik has to suffer thru it as the referee because Desmond is useless during these times, simply too happy with all the attention.

One of their competitions ends up with them talking about how much they love feeling Desmond’s fangs on their skin. Malik suffers listening to the many ways Desmond has used his fangs to pleasure these two idiots just to make sure they don’t start throwing punches (or suddenly telling Desmond to use his fangs on them). Kadar has been roped into judging them with the criteria: use of words, how vivid the picture they make in their speech, passion, and overall structure of the speech. Desmond is too embarrassed to even function at that point.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would join their team the last and he’s a year or two younger than Desmond. He’s been trained by an old Assassin veteran named Achilles and his grandfather without any other kids so he was transferred to the so-called ‘misfit’ team after initiation.

Ezio tends to go all big brother on him which Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciates but, sometimes, he feels that Ezio’s actions could be interpreted as babying him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton knows that Desmond is with both Altaïr and Ezio and Kadar had made it perfectly clear that “you can fall in love with Desmond too!”, much to Malik’s continuous suffering and embarrassment.

Unlike Ezio’s which has a bit of angst sprinkled in the ‘I’m falling in love with him and I know I shouldn’t’ miniplot, Ratonhnhaké:ton knows it’s okay to fall in love with Desmond. He falls in love quite quickly because… it’s Desmond… and he tells Altaïr and Ezio first.

Altaïr just tells him that it’s Desmond’s choice if he would love him back. And… that he’ll always be the one that Desmond loves the most. Ezio just sighs and tells Ratonhnhaké:ton to not be discouraged by those words. If Desmond loves him back, they’d accept him as well.

Desmond does fall in love with Ratonhnhaké:ton as well.

And everyone’s happy… except Malik who now has to deal with four people in love and his brother living vicariously thru Desmond.

As for adding Haytham to the harem, we can go three different routes: (1) Haytham remains a Templar and he becomes sorta like their archnemesis and he’s that polite flirting type to Desmond (with maybe a bit of questionable touching), (2) Haytham remains a Templar but they captured him and try to ‘unconvert’ him from his Templar indoctrination (“This is a stupid idea�� “Maybe but it’s not a bad idea” “No, it is. The fact that I’m just letting you do this is a testament to how far I’ve fallen.” “Relax, Malik. It’ll be fine”) and they notice he’s attracted to Desmond and… stuff happens???, and (3) Haytham is an Assassin in this one and is part of a different team and much much older than them because he is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s dad so… sugar daddy tiimmmeeeee!

(btw, all the characters that speak with a Welsh accent have cat ears in Xenoblade so my parting gift to you: Edward Kenway with cat ears)

[chromisomi]

lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 16 is up!

Nine months ago

Summer was by far Ben’s least favorite season. The sun was always bare and bright and stinging, and the tourists crowded the streets, adding on to the already insane amount of Los Angeles traffic. A sheen of sweat kept his dress shirt stuck to his back as he made his way around his office, searching for anything that might be of use in his time away.

His laptop and charger were already tucked away safely in his bag. But he eyed the shelf of memoirs and personal development books, a handful of them still left unfinished. His luggage was already nearing the 50-pound weight limit for the flight, so there was no hope in adding a few reads.

His backpack, though. That could take one book, he supposed.

“You’re leaving, then?”

Ben paused, pushing away the wave of unease that always came with his director’s presence. He glanced over at the wrinkled man, who was leaning against the doorframe and eyeing Ben with that old, beady gaze.

They’d already had this conversation months ago, when Ben mentioned an offer from the east coast university. But Alfred Snoke was nothing if not relentless, always prodding and observing, waiting for a lie to surface in Ben’s responses.

“It will only be two years,” Ben reminded him, turning back to grab a random book from the shelf, too focused on steeling his composure to notice which one he picked. “My absence will not be a permanent one.”

“It is an absence, nonetheless.” Snoke smiled but his eyes were flat. “Mitaka can only do so much without your guidance. The company was doing so well when you were… staying put.”

His voice hadn’t risen, but there was a threat in his words. A message in the words he didn’t say.

“I assume I’ll be under surveillance. You’ll see that this is only me pursuing further education.” Ben’s lips thinned as he packed the book in his bag, his back facing Snoke. “We also haven’t created any political connections in DC. It could help us in the long-term, when we’re planning our next relocation.” He was grasping for anything at this point. “My only priority is the First Order.”

“Hm.” Snoke’s voice croaked closer from the doorframe. “Do your best to remember what happened to Enric Pryde, my young apprentice. Perhaps it will help you focus on what’s best for our company.”

Flashes of the older man’s scent came to Ben then.

Decayed and rotten and punished beyond saving.

Pryde was the only one who managed to get away from Snoke’s hold, though he didn’t make it very far. That was a particularly difficult cover-up for Ben, as the news and media caught word of the father’s disappearance.

“All my priorities lie with the First Order,” was all Ben said.

“As they should be.”

Snoke stood in the office, silently observing Ben as he packed what more he could into his backpack. His stare was heavy on Ben’s nape, a threat in and of itself. It wasn’t until a low ringtone broke the silence when Ben finally took a breath. He gave his director a curt nod and briskly left the office.

Snoke’s voice followed him down the hall from his office, though. His words were low and rushed. He was taking a call.

“Prepare my room, boy. I’ve been gone long enough…”

One of his house servants, Ben assumed as he waited for the elevator to reach his floor. His phone buzzed in his hand and he looked down to find an Instagram notification. His breath caught at her username – she posted again.

Only two more months now, until they might cross paths again.

He won’t pursue her, he’s promised himself that. But he’s in need of that distraction again, in need of some rush to his monotonous days. Maybe he’ll find her in the campus yards snapping another photo, or maybe they’ll bump into each other at a coffee shop.

Two more months, it was a vow that repeated in his head as he entered the elevator, two more months until I can see you again.

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2 days

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 This fic details the reader's turmoil in confronting Gavin after a fight.

Gavin x reader (Y/N)

WC: 2k

Beta: Special thanks to @playheej who despite being busy took the time to read and help me perfect this fic. Thank you to @rinharu-purple, @purple-cat-demon for helping me come up with dialogues that scarred Gavin even if none of you were willing to hurt this precious bean🤣 TW: Just regular angst with a happy ending

Two days.

It’s been two days since he and I spoke. Well, if you count the notes we leave each other as speaking then maybe we have. But I don’t. Because the notes are empty, devoid of any emotion—only there to signify that one is alive so there’s no need for the other to worry. 

‘Going out. Won’t be back for dinner.’ The note stares up at me with the familiar round-ish letters. I wonder what he means by dinner since we’ve not been eating together. We’ve not been sleeping together, intimate or otherwise. Forget touching or kissing—where our nights used to end with those 3 important words are now filled with silence. It’s killing me with how distant we’ve been in only two days, how out of sync we are. 

I know the reason for such a distance can be placed on my ego, on how my pride refuses to budge, when I know I was the one who put us in this position. The words of a quite possibly annoying quote jumps at the forefront of my brain—how ego, a three letter word capable of destroying the 12 lettered relationship. Well, in my current situation such words have never been truer. 

Though my prideful resolve chips away every second the silence between us rings in my brain. I know I’ve hurt him badly—the second those words left my lips, regret gripped my heart and I felt ashamed to my very bones for ever doubting our bond. I wish I could have my own time-turner so I could keep my venomous mouth at bay—anything to take away the hurtful look on Gavin’s face that I was met with when those words spilled out. 

It all seems so immature now but my hurtful words still taunt me when I see his stunned face over and over again. “If you are so willing to ignore me and us because your priorities lie with your duties, I guess you and I are better off without each other.” I was angry, insulted by our predicament and I chose to spout those words, because there existed a twisted part in me that did intend to hurt his feelings, the way he hurt mine. 

Now, I only want to talk to him, to apologise to him. I want to hear his laugh, kiss him stupid—I want him to hold me, so his warmth would caress me as it always does. I want to hear him say ‘I love you’ with that stupid boyish smile he has. I just…miss my husband so much. I know from those lingering glances he directs my way when he thinks I’m unaware that he feels the same. It was only a few days ago we were fooling around, painting each other’s nails—well, I painted his toe nails. Now it feels like we’re two strangers separated by a chasm at the comfort of our own home and I don’t know how to cross it. Or rather, if I’m honest with myself I have no courage to do that, to come to terms with the disappointment I have caused him with how I behaved. 

My eyes catch the ginkgos on my bracelet gleaming gleefully under the hall lights, almost mocking me at my stupidity and blinding rage that consumed me when he held my wrist that day. I run my fingers over the white beads making it clink against the golden leaves and it brings me to how I reacted to his words. 

“Don’t, pumpkin…Don’t walk away from me when you know we’re not done. Let’s talk about this…please.”

“Don’t touch me!”

My reply to his earnest request was to rip my wrist out of his hold with those words and slam the door in his face. 

What a dramatic bitch. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse, I berated him for what a liar he was and then yelled at him to go away. 

Stupid. So stupid. 

I can’t allow things to be this way. I have to talk to him. Today. I have to do it before he leaves me again to the unknown, and then…I will have lost the one person I truly love—regret will consume me whole. I have to fix this, though…I fear the look in his eyes, the disappointment it will show—of how utterly incapable I am of understanding him.

The sudden sounds of the multiple locks opening and the jangle of keys loud and clear breaks the silent air and the train of my thoughts. An involuntary gasp leaves my mouth and my feet shuffle quickly to the spare room, immediately locking it. I’ve been using the spare room in our apartment ever since I slammed the door in Gavin’s face. When he left, I took some of my clothes, make up and all my toiletries here not wanting to face him. I couldn’t let him sleep in the spare room because in the time it took me to bring my things over, my anger had dissipated. All I felt was guilt, shame and embarrassment, and I didn’t want to face him.

I leave the scrunched up note on the dressing table and feel my palms getting sweaty. The familiar sounds of the keys falling into the glass bowl reach my ears and I go towards it, pressing my ears against the door. I don’t hear anything else so I lean against the door, stare at my dainty gold band and stew. How can Gavin not be disappointed in me? If Gavin had uttered those same words, I'd be devastated. I broke his heart and then stomped on it. Doubted him, berated him and then pushed him away when all he wanted was for us to talk it out. I know it, because otherwise he would’ve reached out to me. 

The sudden shuffle of Gavin’s feet towards the spare room door distracts me, instinctively I move back. My heart thumps in anticipation. Is he really…? I wait for his presence with bated breath, telling myself to relax, and I do—somewhat when the shuffles stop at the door; but panic sets in when the rose handle moves downwards so slightly that if I weren’t right at the door, it would go unnoticed. It returns to its original position in true Gavin fashion and after a few minutes, he heads away. I release my held breath and calm myself, relief flooding my heart. I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous—it’s only my husband! I shouldn’t be nervous…yet the thought of him catching me off guard, tongue-tied and clueless without any decent words of apology ready on my lips scares me.

11 pm.

Two hours after taking refuge in the shelter of the spare room debating the best ways to apologise, I finally swallow all my intrusive thoughts and make my way towards the yellow lights of our room. I park myself right against the wall, peeking in, I see Gavin’s clothed back to me. I see him quietly folding his combat apparels, placing it in the suitcase—then the skin care travel kit I bought for him follows, reminding me of the multiple times I’ve nagged at him to keep his skin healthy. My heart squeezes at the memory, all the times I’ve helped him pack…I can’t take it any longer, I do not want to send my husband off somewhere knowing we’re at odds. So when he stands, my feet immediately bring me to him, like second nature my arms wrap around his waist. 

My cheek meets the soft fleece of his grey tee and I breathe in the rose fragrance intermingled with his male scent—something in me calms considerably. A pregnant pause passes before the words tumble out in a quiet plea. “I’m sorry.” He’s quiet so unlike him, it scares me. When he moves away, I panic and squeeze him tighter, fists balling at his waist. “I’m sorry—sorry I said all those nasty words.” It comes out in desperate hitches, for him to know that I don’t want what I said to ever be true.

“Th-that we’re better off without each other. Then called you a liar, when you’re anything but—a-and then slamming the door—I was angry…”

“Finally miss me, do you?” His self-deprecating tone ought to ease me but it does nothing such, it only makes me more ashamed at how long it took me to apologise to him. “I want to see you,” he quietly says. Against his back, I vehemently shake my head. “No.” I say that for good measure.

He rests his warm palms above mine, lightly tracing my knuckles. After two and a half days of zero affection between us, that gesture alone is enough to stoke the hearth that lay dormant within me with a gentle heat. “Please,” he says. My arms loosen but my eyes immediately stare at the ground when he turns. I see his maroon painted toe nails and feel my heart breaking inwardly. He didn’t even remove it, this sweet husband of mine. Gavin tilts my chin upwards and though I don’t want to, reluctantly my eyes meet his anticipating the utter disappointment. 

Yet all I see when Gavin’s whiskey eyes meet mine is a sad longing only I can understand and it pricks my eyes with more tears. I open my mouth to apologise but what comes out is a yelp when his lips crash against mine in a hard searing kiss. It knocks my breath out but it isn’t a second later that my arms drape around his neck, pulling him closer—that my fingers sink into his soft hair, tugging the strands as I let myself be taken over by the feel of his mouth on mine. 

Lips smacking, tongues mingling—soft whimpers and harsh groans, our mouths reunite while our bodies easily melt into each other, responding to the ache within. I feel it from the depths of my core, this crackling fire infusing me from my centre, mixing with his warmth making my body sizzle all over. These kisses that I yearn for after being apart for only two days now make my mind delirious and hazy such that I am consumed by it. A moan escapes me when he ends this mind blowing onslaught of kisses with a harsh bite to my lower lip, that I feel it sting when we part.

We’re both out of breaths, his cheeks flushed—lips plumped a beautiful red, it makes me want to kiss him again. I see the familiar blush decorating Gavin’s ears and neck, and my lips tilt slightly. There’s a short silence between us as we catch our breaths, wipe the tears that ruined my face and gather our thoughts. I find his glazed eyes on me and that stupid boyish smile of his appears. “Sorry…couldn’t wait,” he says as he rubs over the spot where my lips sting. We both look at each other and…just start laughing. Oh, how I’ve missed this! It’s so good to feel the chasm between us bridged. Gavin opens his arms and I practically jump into it, squeezing him and burrowing further into my warm furnace. We stay like that until Gavin speaks up. 

“Y/N.” 

I meet his eyes, I know what he’s about to say, so I nod echoing his unsaid request. “I know, we still need to talk.” 

He adorns that stupid boyish smile again that I love and kisses me between my eyebrows. 

Against his chest, I nuzzle further and the subtle flowery fragrance tickles my senses. “You smell like roses.” 

His eyes shyly avert away when I look up, a blush forming again on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I…wanted to smell like you…,” he mumbles, gaze still averting before catching my eyes. “It comforted me.”

I feel my cheeks heating, mind giddy with his sweet confession. Biting the insides of my cheek, I nod my head and hide my burning face in the comfort of his chest. 

Later we’ll talk but for now, I want nothing but to stay wrapped in his embrace, feeling his heart beat against my ear as I burrow into the rosy fragrance of his warmth.  -

A/N: Thank you for reading!❤️ Usually it's always the LIs but I wanted to write a fic where the reader was facing the turmoil of emotions from having to apologise. For some reason, I felt different when writing this fic though Play assured me it was all good, something in the way I wrote probably. But I feel like I've improved and I'm happy about that!

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Basic Instinct Part 6

A/N: We’re getting to the climax of Masaomi’s toxicity, so paired with my previous warnings, do grab yourself a tissue. Because Masaomi’s an overcontrolling dick who plans to ruin his son’s happiness. Thankfully, we do have someone to rescue Akashi! Masterpost

Akashi was staring at his father as he got home, his father looking rather pissed off beneath his calm composure. Akashi had learnt to spot this years ago. "I am sorry for being late father. My team had a celebratory dinner." "A celebratory dinner? For what? A practise match?! Don't make me out for a fool. That girl was involved, wasn't she?" 'That girl?' Akashi's eyes widened upon realizing his father had been keeping tabs on him. He shouldn't have been surprised, but he still felt hurt at the violation. "She merely wanted to repay me for a meal I purchased for her." Akashi's immediate response was to defend you. He couldn't lie to his father, but he didn't wanted to get you in trouble and be forbidden to see you either. "Perhaps if you had some sense not to date a common girl, you'd have a girlfriend who's thinking properly of the priorities you have." "She's not my girlfriend." Akashi replied. "I haven't made my confession yet, I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity." Saying the words out loud felt so good. Keeping his crush all bottled up and to himself felt surprisingly lonely. Every time he saw you, he felt happy enough to shout it from the rooftops, yet, he had to keep it a secret. It had been more difficult then he imagined it to be. Not as difficult, as hearing his father's next words though. "Good. You can forget about confessing your feelings. I've been having meetings with the Niragi family as of recently, their youngest daughter, Tsukiko would make for a wonderful future match. " Akashi physically recoiled and felt like he was being bathed in acid. Finding out his father had been spying on him was a horrible revelation enough, but that his father had been having meetings about an arranged marriage, and hadn't even informed him about it, made Akashi fight against a powerful vomiting urge with everything he had. That was his future, and his father hadn't even cared enough to consider his feelings. "You can't make me." Akashi spat out before running to his room, tears flooding his eyes. His heart felt like it was shattering into tiny little pieces. There was no one who could break you, like your parents can. 

Fujioka, had watched the scene completely apalled. He had known of Masaomi's meetings with the Niragi family as their butler, but the cruelty Masaomi had delivered the news convinced him even more of his own resolve. And thus, the older man followed Masaomi to his office. Masaomi looked at the old butler, having known him since he was a teenager, he knew the butler well enough that there was something very much bothering the man. "Fujioka-san, what is the matter?" "You will not seperate Seijuro from his first love. The boy deserves this happiness, his workload is almost comparable to your own, and he is still a boy. Allow him to have the love he choose, at least give him that." Fujioka pleaded, though his composure was stern and defiant. Radiating strength, compassion and care. Masaomi was less impressed with it, however. "I will do as I please. The Akashi family has a legacy, something I am certain you will not understand. This girl is an embarrasment to our family name, unlike Niragi Tsukiko. It would be better for Seijuro to forget her as soon as possible." "Like you forgot Shiori-Sama as soon as possible?" Fujioka knew it was a low blow, but at this point, Masaomi had severely angered him. "How dare you speak to your Master in such a tone!" Masaomi bellowed, clearly hurt by the comment. "Master? I don't see one. My family does have a legacy and it's been serving the Kaneshiro clan for nearly three centuries now. They're a good family, and you were the one lucky to have married one of their own. Money doesn't buys the good will the Kaneshiro family has garnered over the centuries of their philanthrophic efforts. We serve the Kaneshiro family because of their heart, not their wallet. Shiori-Sama was a true lady of the people, and I served her with pride. Seijuro inherited my service as a son of the Kaneshiro clan, and he is my only master in this household." It felt good to finally say these words out loud. Fujioka had been serving Masaomi as an act of kindness to Seijuro and Shiori, but that had only given the man the believe he had power over him in the way he did with the majority of their servants. But those who swore servitude to the Kaneshiro's, were only there for Seijuro's sake. Masaomi was his master in name alone, not by actual contract. It was definitely time for the older Akashi to remember that, and the subsequent fact that even if Fujioka defied him now, Masaomi was not in the position to fire him. Masaomi looked him deep in his eyes, trying to recover his calm. Because, it was true Fuijoka was hired by the Kaneshiro family, and the only one other then Seijuro who had the power to legally fire the butler, was the one person he did not want to get involved in the matter. Masaomi was a sensible man, and certainly he feared his mother in law. Especially considering Seijuro's sadistic, violent tendencies was something he got from her. Age hadn't made her any less dangerous, on the contrary, it only added to her element of surprise. Kaneshiro Rima was a terrifying little lady, who'd skin him alive if she laid her eyes upon a sad Seijuro. Suddenly, the deal with the Niragi family became a little less attractive as an idea. Either way, Fuijioka would sabotage his vision and in the worst case scenario he'd end up dead or worse. Masaomi sighed. "I suppose I have nothing to say to that. But if my family is ruined by that girl, then the Kaneshiro family should better be prepared to fix everything." Fujioka nodded as a response, and excused himself. Triumph was jittering through his veins.

Akashi was  trying his best not to cry into his pillow, but the warmth of his bed was so comforting and he felt so god damn miserable. He didn't wanted to be paired up with Tsukiko, who never had anything interesting to say, no passion in her eyes. She wasn't you. You were passionate and knew how to keep him interested. You were also really pretty, and had the loveliest smile he had ever seen. You were warm and vibrant. You were everything he needed. You, and only you. As he heard the door of his room open, he wanted to yell, until he saw it was Fuijoka, and not his father. "Is there something wrong, Fujioka-san?" "Not anymore young master. I just talked with your father, he won't stop you from dating the girl." Akashi sat upright at his bed, his ruby eyes blinking at the old butler. "You did what, Fujioka-san? But how?!" "I did nothing, but remind him of the things you deserve, and what is your right." The butler smiled gently at the boy, who's face was sporting an overjoyed expression. Akashi looked at his butler with the utmost gratitude, happiness spreading through his chest. He could still see you. He could be with you. Not Tsukiko. The old butler sat down at the chair next to his bed, and asked Akashi the question he had secretly been dying to hear, "This girl, what is she like?" And as Akashi launched into a long description of you, how lovely you were, how much you liberated him and made him happy, Fujioka couldn't help but notice something. 'Masaomi can disapprove of it, but Seijuro looks so much like his father gushing over Shiori right now. Young love is such a wonderful thing.' So the old butler continued to smile warmly, hoping deep down he'd still be there to see Seijuro and you have a firstborn of your own. Fate looked on with warmth in her eyes, knowing both their wishes would come true.  Nothing was more powerful then a dream, and one born out of love was the most powerful of all.